Yang Xuan’s face was terrifyingly gloomy. She turned towards the side. There were five black robed figures there. All of them were enveloped by black robes and enveloped by mysterious energy, so even she couldn’t see their faces clearly.

However, only an idiot wouldn’t be able to discern their identity.

Yang Xuan spoke coldly, “Is your young master and young miss that afraid of my nephew?”

“Afraid of him?” The black robed man who led the group chuckled with ...